Ido'nt know what to do. All day long I sit here wonderig when the time may come, when it will happen, when my lonelyness will be purged. 

The warm aging woodplanks beneath my naked feet. Without hurry I sit down in one of the spots painted by sunlight, cozyness enveloping me. My toes dangling over the glittering water of the little stream. Fish gracefully dancing in circles. A warm breeze flowing through my hair and brushing over my face.

Time is standing still here. For a long while it has been like this. Not needing to freat I spend my days in solitude. Not regretting choices I made. Not worrying what morning will bring. Dusk enveloping me, gently rocking me to sleep. Fireflyes start to arise. Like little stars they glide through the air. Accompanied by the breeze silently whispering of arriving guests.

Not hurrying I stand up and slowly head inside. Having to leave drowsyness waiting for me. To greet those who got lost to find this place between worlds. This place of silence and stopped time. To me who is one with the silence upon the swaying leafs in anchient trees. To me who is one with the darkness in the corner of a room. To me who is the gentle smile of a stranger and a friend.

(20.03.19)